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EUMENIDES.
He who in noblest strain Life's lessons uses,
Converts the avenging Furies into Muses;
Each dawn salutes with sweet surprises,
And cheerful thoughts ere he arises.
Him nothing sullens, nor displeases,
Nor vexed with life, nor dread diseases.
Converts the avenging Furies into Muses;
Each dawn salutes with sweet surprises,
And cheerful thoughts ere he arises.
Him nothing sullens, nor displeases,
Nor vexed with life, nor dread diseases.
Fate is but Freedom with averted face,
Confront the demon and she flees apace:
Perplexed with life we only move
As dragged by strife or drawn by Love:
Souls that to love and truth are blind,
Ne'er enter forms of human kind.
Confront the demon and she flees apace:
Perplexed with life we only move
As dragged by strife or drawn by Love:
Souls that to love and truth are blind,
Ne'er enter forms of human kind.
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